I Painted His Masterpieces
Language: en
I spent three years as Robert's ghost artist, getting him accepted into Parsons and nominated for prestigious industry awards. Everyone thought I was just a desperate hanger-on, untalented, yet foolishly trying to ride the coattails of a genius. The day he received his award, he kicked me out of the studio in front of everyone, claiming my aesthetic was outdated and I was only fit to be a grunt for truly gifted women. No one knew I endured all his insults and exploitation because his mother had paid off my father's staggering eight-million-dollar high-interest loans. The moment the…